“Like this?” you ask, still kissing and caressing.
“Mmm,” I sound off in agreement. “And like this.”
I lean away from you for only a moment; long enough to find the edge of your shirt to pull it over your head. I kneel in front of you and reach behind my head to release the bikini knot around my neck. My chest angles forward and my breasts plump before you as I arch my back inward. My aroused nipples graze your bare chest. You reach behind me and loosen the second knot mid back. Loosely holding the end of the fabric you bring it over my shoulder, letting it drape and fall over my collar bone and breast to the bed of pillows beneath us. I reach behind you to pick up my champagne glass.
“Remember when you sprinkled drops of wine over me and then kissed and licked each drop one by one?” You smile. It wasn’t really a question. I knew you would remember. “It was one of my favorites.” Then I take the glass to my breasts and trickle the champagne over my chest. It bubbles and tickles. I take my last little sip of champagne before kissing you again. We kiss gently, then deeply.
You move your lips over mine and envelop my lips with warmth. With one hand between my shoulder blades you arch my body and kiss along my neck before covering every inch of my chest and breasts with your warm, seductive licks and kisses. You near my navel and slip your hand to the small of my back, leaning me to rest on the pile of pillows. Your other hand roves freely over my neck and shoulders, cradling my breast in the palm of your hand. You undo the knot of my sarong with your teeth and run the tip of your tongue along the top edge of my bikini bottoms.
“And this?” you ask. You drip a few bubbly drops of your champagne into the well of my navel and kiss and suck until you’ve tasted it all.
“And this?” I say. I tuck my thumbs into the band of my bikini at each hip and wiggle my way out of my bottoms exposing my bare mound. I spread my legs to each side of your hips. Moving my hand over yours on the stem of your glass, we splash more champagne on my already soaked and aroused slit. It flows over me like a river overflowing its banks. You set the glass aside. We hold each other’s gaze for a moment as you take my fingers in your hand and guide them to my wet lips. I lead and glide my fingers in the champagne, feeling a tingling with the cool bubbles. You bring my fingers to your lips, licking each one, tasting me, until you kiss me to share.
I am so aroused at the touch of your tongue kissing my mound and sliding down my slit. I think of your tongue dipping into my well that overflows with champagne and my own juices. Ripples of melting pleasure flow to my extremities bringing a flush of warmth to my cheeks. You continue kissing, sucking, and licking me to the brink of orgasm. I come in a flowing stream of pleasure that sends currents of electricity to my fingertips and toes causing them to wiggle and curl.
It takes a moment to catch my breath. You have an incredible look of pleasure on your face when you catch my eye. Your hair is rumpled and wild in the front where my fingers twisted it. But you still have your shorts on. Shame on you!
I sit up on my knees again and you stand before me. My palms slide down your chest to find the button and zipper of your shorts. I unzip and you step out of the fallen shorts. It must be Friday, my lucky day. You are bare and gorgeous before me. I muster my willpower and resist taking a long lick of your already hardened cock. My fingers walk and caress the smooth length of you in the palm of my hand. The remaining champagne in your glass has warmed. I trickle the bubbling drops along your head and it quickly drips down your shaft. My tongue eagerly laps up every trickle, drinking in your girth with great delight. You play with my hair as you watch my desire for you gain momentum. I slowly work you back toward our bed of pillows and encourage you to relax while I have my fun with you. I kneel between your thighs and bury my head between them. The tip of my tongue plays along the underside of your balls, relishing in the feel of them. I lick and kiss at your smooth flesh, tasting the champagne that has dribbled to all the crevices I want to explore with my tongue. My fingers graze your thighs and reach up under your ass with light scratches as I squeeze you toward me. I position myself closer, spreading your thighs wider so my tongue can reach farther and take more of you in with tiny circles and lavish tasting. I move over you so my breasts are between your thighs snuggling up under your cock. I have the urge to cup my breast in my hand and glide my nipple along the smooth skin beneath your balls. My fingertip takes over where my nipple leaves off, pressing gently while my tongue again enjoys the feel of you from the base of your tip.
I can resist no longer and must feel you inside my mouth with your fullness. My lips slip over your head and gently kiss and suck, rolling my tongue over you. Your slippery juices merge with my watery mouth and the taste is fabulous. I circle the rim, paying attention to your most sensitive areas. I let our combined wetness make your aroused cock slippery for my fingers to glide along you. My fingers wrap around your base firmly, yet soothingly, and twist and stroke from top to bottom and back up to round out over your head. I thumb your silky head as I kiss, suckle, and stroke you with my tongue. Your vein bulges and throbs as you become more and more aroused. Your fingers hold me, gripping gently at the base of my skull. Then you begin pushing me away from you and pulling me up in the same motion.
I hover over you with my body, still holding your arousal within my tender grip. I play with you, dipping into my wetness, fueling the fire still hot within me. Then I take you in just to the rim, clenching my muscles as you enter. I feel the magnitude of your arousal inside me slowly; one throb, one bulge, one ridge at a time until you fill me to the brink. You are deep within my slippery walls, plunging deeper and deeper. Then you slow to turn me over for more leverage. You position me against a wall of pillows, propping me more upright. I am at the perfect angle for you to delve deep inside me, stroking every nerve as we move together. The stimulation is overwhelming, and try as I might, I cannot help but release another wave of pleasure. It seems to surge through me wantonly without abandon. You surge, warmly and deeply before stimulating a ripple in me that is heightened only by your throaty moans.
We hold each other before falling back on the pillows drenched in beaded sweat, exhausted yet invigorated. We quench our thirst on a fresh bottle of champagne and admire the black night and its myriad stars winking down on us approvingly. We did it right, because we soon fall asleep in each other’s arms.
THE CLASSIC
4 ounces Brut Champagne
3/4 ounce Brown Sugar Syrup
4 dashes Classic Bitters
Place syrup and
bitters in a champagne
flute. Top with chilled champagne
or sparkling wine. Stir gently before serving.
See Flavored Syrups section for Brown Sugar
Syrup recipe.
The Classic is a variation on the classic Champagne Cocktail. The Champagne Cocktail uses a sugar cube soaked in classic bitters with Prosecco poured over the top. The Champagne Cocktail is often grainy since the sugar cube seldom dissolves completely. Brown Sugar Syrup melts completely and gives this cocktail a deeper, warmer tone.
SASSY SARONG
1-1/2 ounce Cognac
1/2 ounce Spiced Rum
1/2 ounce Falernum
1/2 ounce Premium Orange Liqueur
3/4 ounce Fresh Lemon Juice
Ground Cloves and Sugar
Orange Twist
Combine 1 teaspoon
ground clove spice and
1 teaspoon granulated sugar in a
plastic bag. Combine thoroughly.
Pour mixture onto shallow plate. Rim a rocks glass with a fresh lemon wedge. Dip lip of glass in clove and sugar mixture, making sure to only get mixture on outer rim of glass. Place ice in glass. Set aside.
Place all liquids in a cocktail shaker filled two-thirds full of ice. Shake to blend ingredients. Strain into prepared clove and sugar-rimmed rocks glass over ice. Garnish with a thin slice of orange peel twisted over the cocktail.
Immerse yourself in the moment with this lig
htly spiced, on-the-rocks variation of the classic Sidecar. Sassy Sarong adds glitter to the glass with the clove and sugar rim. It is lick-your-lips worthy, so sip this spicy concoction with a willing partner.
NAUGHTY NADIA
THE NAUGHTY TEASE
Watching women approach strippers on stage enthralls me. Have you seen what the strippers do with the women? From my perspective, they touch the women way more aggressively and suggestively than any man in the place. What’s not to enjoy? The women who come within reach of the stage really get worked over and I do mean over.
So, I have been collecting my dollar bills for just that purpose. I feel like being worked over by my favorite stripper, Naughty Nadia. Thanks for taking me to the strip club. Hope you don’t mind sharing me with a beautiful woman who smells wonderful. I promise to make it worth your while and to return the favor.
When we arrive, the club is loud and rowdy, but in the spirit of sexy entertainment. More women watch the strippers and participate in the show than men. We navigate the crowd, checking out the women in their scantily clad outfits and the strippers in their barely-there lingerie. Once we reach a table and order a drink, it is time to watch and wait. We are here for Nadia. Once it is her turn to perform, I will make my way to the edge of the stage.
Lucky me, it is not a long wait. Naughty Nadia prances out on stage in stripper heels and a leopard print bra and matching thong. Her ringlet curls pile on her head with strands dangling teasingly. Her body is tan and taut. She is muscled, but definitely feminine. Nadia glides around the pole with ease, swaying to the music, and delights the crowd. Then she makes her way toward the edge of the stage where I stand, captivated.
She smiles at me, curling her finger, signaling me to come closer. The bouncer near the stage allows me access and Nadia holds her palm out to me. I take her hand. I can hear you whistle in the background. You must be grinning, but I cannot look away from Nadia. Her skin is creamy smooth. She glistens. She tells me to stand still and she dances around me as if I were her personal pole, rubbing her body along me, zigzagging her fingers and palms along my breasts, ass, back, in my hair, and over my mound as if it were only natural that she could have her way with me. Oh, and she can. If only there were not layers of clothing between us. My desire for her makes the stage evaporate, but my time on stage is short and Nadia must take me back to the steps.
As I am about to step down, Nadia taps my shoulder. I look over my shoulder at her and she tells me to sit on the edge of the stage and lean back. She has a special treat for me. I look at the bouncer who nods his head with approval. As I sit and look over my other shoulder toward you, I hear catcalls and whistles. Naughty Nadia is about to show her truly mischievous side. She begins to crawl over the top of me in rhythm to the music with her beautifully round ass perched in the air for all to see. As she straddles one of my legs, I know I am open for all to see. Nothing is left to the imagination between my legs beneath my mini skirt. Nadia has the perfect up close and personal view. Her fingernails lightly abrade my thighs from my knees to the hem of my skirt. She looks me directly in the eye. I am daring her, begging her even. Her hands disappear beneath my skirt. Her fingers splay over my mound and her thumbs toy with my pussy briefly. I want so much more. She is making me gush with wetness. Her hands round out their play by cupping my ass and dragging her nails down my backside. She winks at me.
Nadia crawls up my body straddling me, settling her pussy on my mound. She grinds on me in slow, rhythmic circles. My desire for her builds by the second. Her graceful fingers move toward my navel under my shirt. She pushes my shirt up and leans over. I can feel her breath on my skin and her loose curls brushing my lips. Her fingers slide up my ribcage. I feel the tip of her wet tongue for the first time slide between my breasts just as her scantily clad breasts rub against my skin. Her tongue circles one breast widely until little by little she works her way to the pointed nipple begging for her touch. And she stops. She leaves it. She moves to the other breast, lightly licking, circling, until it, too, stands at attention, begging for her tongue to taste it. Again, she stops.
Nadia lifts her head and looks me in the eye. She takes both breasts in her palms and tweaks my nipples while rolling her hips, grinding her pussy over my mound. Oh, the unbelievable pleasure surging through me. I want to touch her, taste her. Then Nadia leans back down to me. She fills her lips with the fullness of my breast before one at a time teasing my nipples with her tongue, nipping and flicking them briefly, just enough to tease them before sliding my top back down and sinking the tip of her tongue in my navel. My entire body quivers with sexual tension.
Then, in true stripper fashion, she wriggles up my body with her pussy up over my face. She smells of passion making me want a taste of her all the more. But she pulls her thong away from her thigh for me to gingerly place my dollar bills with a perfect view of the bare flesh beneath the almost there fabric.
“I still want a lap dance for my boyfriend, and maybe one for me,” I tell her.
“My pleasure,” she says.
She wriggles off my body and leaves the stage.
NAUGHTY BUSINESS
Because Nadia thoroughly heightened my senses, I am abuzz with desire. You are visibly delighted with the fabulous performance that unfolded spontaneously before you.
I am still fiddling with my mini skirt trying to get it back into place and I ask if you mind giving me a hand to adjust it. Of course this is just a ploy to have your body closer to mine. In a place like this, no one gives a second glance to people touching each other. Even if they did, what would it matter? Practically everyone in the place just had an eyeful of me splayed on the stage with Naughty Nadia having her way with me, my nipple caught between her lips and my pussy trickling with desire.
As I lean towards you, your hands find their way to the hem of my skirt, lightly tugging and shifting in the pretense of straightening it. But then the real naughty business begins. Your palm glides up the front of my thigh while your other hand travels up my shirt in search of the nipples brushing against your chest becoming more and more aroused by the second. You kiss me deeply making me crave the touch of your fingers in me mimicking your tongue, yet you have not reached my sweet spot yet. Your thumb grazes over the top of my mound softly while your fingers tickle on either side of my nether lips teasingly. I gush wetness, creaming for you to plunge inside of me, begging for you to stroke me to an orgasmic finish.
My hands slide down your chest, sides, and hips to the front of your zipper with the exclusive intent to massage your cock until you are in exactly the same frenetic state of being I am in. But I want more than touching you through your jeans. I want to feel your hard, steaming, pulsating cock in my hand, swelling to my touch. I must feel you in that lustful, stirred up state. You are an addiction, a craving deeply embedded in my soul rousing all of my brazen sexual desires.
Your fingers enter my slippery juices and bathe in their richness, sliding front to back while your thumb slips back and forth over my nub. My breath catches as you roll my nipple between your other thumb and forefinger. Small twinges of orgasmic electricity ring out and I press myself into your fingers, kissing you as deeply as possible. My ass clenches and my thighs tighten as I cling to every drop of sensation as it trickles through my extremities. The thrilling ripples of indulgence last seconds, but seem like minutes.
I lean up on the tips of my toes to whisper in your ear. “I need you to fuck me. Right here. Right now.” I nip the flesh of your ear with my teeth.
Leading you by the hand I take you to a darkened corner in the upper level of the strip club where the strippers are busy getting their groove on giving lap dances. Who knows? Maybe we’ll be lucky enough to run into Naughty Nadia while we’re at play…
NADIA’S NAUGHTY LAP DANCE
We indeed are a lucky pair. While we were busy downstairs, Nadia had already made her way upstairs to begin lap dances. She really is quite talented. The way she skims her body alongside another is so sexual
ly charged. She is tantalizing to watch. She makes my pussy clench with anticipation and pool with wetness just imagining having her within my grasp again.
I did promise you a lap dance with Nadia. It will be great fun to watch as another woman wriggles on your lap, massaging the length of your cock with her ass and toys with you while you sit powerless. The bouncers are watchful of their girls. You can look, but you can’t touch. Nadia is in charge of the show. She makes the rules.
Nadia sees that we made our way to a darkened corner with a table and two over-sized lounging chairs. After finishing with a table of partying gentlemen she makes her way over to us.
“You looked busy a minute ago,” Nadia said. She winked. “Looked like huge fun. Ready for your lap dance?”
We both look at each other and grin.
“Oh, yeah,” I say, nodding my head and paying for the dances. “You can give him one first while I watch. I can wait my turn.”
“You don’t have to wait,” Nadia says, slyly. “How about you share one together? It will be more fun that way.”
Now I know we are a lucky pair. You were lucky enough to watch a stripper rub herself all over me and give me all kinds of orgasmic pleasure in the middle of the strip club floor. Now, your luck rewards you with as close to a threesome as any man could imagine with a beautiful stripper and his girlfriend. I suppose that makes me one heck of a lucky girl as well.
It does not take even a moment of hesitation to know the answer to Naughty Nadia’s proposition is a resounding, “Yes!”
Nadia tells me to join you in the lounge chair and snuggle comfortably on your lap. It may be a bumpy ride. Oh, I can hardly wait.
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